I managed to keep my Christmas decorations up (tree included) until December 29th. That’s about as long as I could take it. Growing up, my family always kept the tree and decorations up until New Year’s Day. I don’t know how my mother could stand it. As is tradition in my [...]
Entries from December 2006
December 27, 2006
Post-Christmas shopping, anyone?
I pride myself on being a good shopper (by good, I do not mean insane). Which is why I would pretty much rather have a root canal than go out shopping the day after Christmas. Now I realize that most of my complete disdain for fighting the crowds on this most holy of [...]
December 26, 2006
I’m in L-O-V-E with the Bug!
I’m not sure of the exact moment that it happened. It may have been when I was putting 6 of my Quickutz dies on the acrylic mats and crankin’ them through. It may have been when I used the oversized embossing folders for the first time. It really doesn’t matter when, though. [...]
December 26, 2006
The results…..
Ok, so some smart ass (Eric) wanted me to update my blog with the results of the Fantasy Football game I played in this past weekend. The actual result was a tie. A freakin’ tie!!!! The score was 67 to 67 and had I had the wherewithal to start Marc Bulger over [...]
December 22, 2006
Bad Cooker
My 4 year old son, Justin, announced to me tonight that I am a “bad cooker” and the things I cook are “junk” and “yucky”. It’s not like a laid a freakin’ slab of liver in front of the kid, either. I made beef ravioli with marinara sauce. I even let him [...]
December 19, 2006
The insanity……
So I decided to actually make some gifts for Christmas this year. I made my mom a cute AMM (All My Memories, for those of you who aren’t scrapbook obsessed) 4×4 album to keep in her purse of the grandkids. Of course, I couldn’t wait to give it to her once I finished, [...]
December 19, 2006
I’ve joined the craze….
Just to prove I’m still “with it”, I’ve decided to start blogging. I hope to regale you with stories of my life as a wife, mother of 2, grad student, scrapbooker, shopaholic, and librarian-wanna-be. At least the stories about my kids should be worth the price of admission.
